[Theatrical Muse] Response
Talk about a memorable (or unexpected) kiss at a holiday party.
The Brigadier was drunk on eggnog. Over in a corner, the Doctor conversed with a second lieutenant while he attempted to pull glitter out of his scarf. Couples danced to “Merry Christmas Everybody” and the lights of the mess hall twinkled in the setting sun. All of the British division of UNIT was in a merry mood tonight, enjoying the holiday season and the lack of alien threat (for the moment anyway).
Sarah Jane watched the festivities from a table, laughing brightly when the Brigadier began to sing along with “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” It was simply marvellous to just relax and enjoy life for a change, with absolutely no fear of what was to happen next. Her hands tangled themselves in a red ribbon left on the table from someone’s Christmas wrapping. Her own gift (from the Doctor) sat proudly on her head - a Victorian velvet cap with a purple ribbon wrapped around the inner brim.
“Oh Brig!” Sarah cried in delight, clapping her hands as he finished his rendition of the song. “Bravo!”
She got up from the table to walk over to the Brigadier, but barely made it five paces before a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and lips descended on hers. She blinked in surprise and tried to move, but the hands held her firmly in place. The lips caressed hers one more time (a good kiss, Sarah Jane noted, despite her irritation) before one of the hands let go and reached to take something off her cap.
“Got a sprig of mistletoe on there, old girl,” Harry said, smiling down at her.
Her fingers went to her lips, as if they could feel the kiss still there, as she put two and two together. A sprig of… Oh! Oh! Oh, that was absolutely horrible! And he! Oh!
“Harry!”
He chuckled, still grinning rather like a school boy. “Yes Sarah?”
“Why you…oh! Men!” Sarah stomped her foot and slapped his arm before looking in the direction of the Doctor, oblivious to all of this. Someone must have put the mistletoe there, after all.
“I’d rather like to think I deserved that. Call me old fashioned, but I still believe mistletoe on the holidays warrants a proper kiss.”
He was smug. Utterly and completely smug and it drove Sarah to distraction. Then, and idea came to her and she smiled sweetly at Harry. It was a dangerous smile, and she was certain that Harry knew it. But really, how did he ever think he would… oh!
“Is that so?”
Harry nodded, looking at her with the beginnings of concern. “Now, don’t go getting any ideas here, old girl. It was just holiday fun.”
“Was it really? Well, you see, turnabout is always fair play. I fancy it’s time that you were the one getting kissed, Harry Sullivan.” She winked at the expression that crossed the medic’s face and held in a laugh. “Now, just close your eyes for a moment.”
That was the thing with Harry - he always respected her word. He smiled at her again and did so, while Sarah looked around the table for just the thing to do the trick. Ah, there we go.
“Happy Christmas Harry,” she whispered in to his ear, and then crushed the Christmas pudding she had found into his face. Sarah laughed at the expression of disbelief that followed as Harry tried wiping the desert from his eyes. “Happy Christmas.”
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Muse: Sarah Jane Smith
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 572
The Brigadier was drunk on eggnog. Over in a corner, the Doctor conversed with a second lieutenant while he attempted to pull glitter out of his scarf. Couples danced to “Merry Christmas Everybody” and the lights of the mess hall twinkled in the setting sun. All of the British division of UNIT was in a merry mood tonight, enjoying the holiday season and the lack of alien threat (for the moment anyway).
Sarah Jane watched the festivities from a table, laughing brightly when the Brigadier began to sing along with “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” It was simply marvellous to just relax and enjoy life for a change, with absolutely no fear of what was to happen next. Her hands tangled themselves in a red ribbon left on the table from someone’s Christmas wrapping. Her own gift (from the Doctor) sat proudly on her head - a Victorian velvet cap with a purple ribbon wrapped around the inner brim.
“Oh Brig!” Sarah cried in delight, clapping her hands as he finished his rendition of the song. “Bravo!”
She got up from the table to walk over to the Brigadier, but barely made it five paces before a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and lips descended on hers. She blinked in surprise and tried to move, but the hands held her firmly in place. The lips caressed hers one more time (a good kiss, Sarah Jane noted, despite her irritation) before one of the hands let go and reached to take something off her cap.
“Got a sprig of mistletoe on there, old girl,” Harry said, smiling down at her.
Her fingers went to her lips, as if they could feel the kiss still there, as she put two and two together. A sprig of… Oh! Oh! Oh, that was absolutely horrible! And he! Oh!
“Harry!”
He chuckled, still grinning rather like a school boy. “Yes Sarah?”
“Why you…oh! Men!” Sarah stomped her foot and slapped his arm before looking in the direction of the Doctor, oblivious to all of this. Someone must have put the mistletoe there, after all.
“I’d rather like to think I deserved that. Call me old fashioned, but I still believe mistletoe on the holidays warrants a proper kiss.”
He was smug. Utterly and completely smug and it drove Sarah to distraction. Then, and idea came to her and she smiled sweetly at Harry. It was a dangerous smile, and she was certain that Harry knew it. But really, how did he ever think he would… oh!
“Is that so?”
Harry nodded, looking at her with the beginnings of concern. “Now, don’t go getting any ideas here, old girl. It was just holiday fun.”
“Was it really? Well, you see, turnabout is always fair play. I fancy it’s time that you were the one getting kissed, Harry Sullivan.” She winked at the expression that crossed the medic’s face and held in a laugh. “Now, just close your eyes for a moment.”
That was the thing with Harry - he always respected her word. He smiled at her again and did so, while Sarah looked around the table for just the thing to do the trick. Ah, there we go.
“Happy Christmas Harry,” she whispered in to his ear, and then crushed the Christmas pudding she had found into his face. Sarah laughed at the expression of disbelief that followed as Harry tried wiping the desert from his eyes. “Happy Christmas.”
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Muse: Sarah Jane Smith
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 572